Running as Black Shadow Shards,
Cut out Between the Stabs of Light.
A Prism of Fear, Refracts shades of Gray,
The Cold Blade of of My Own Fear
Holding me Hostage to the Past
Heart Beating and Pumping,
Beating and Pumping Adrenaline
As I stumble in the Darkness
Only to Hear the Blast From the Past
But, I never heard the bullet.......

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